Echoes of a Summer

Deirdre Striden:
If only I could be old, old for one day, twenty-five years old. Even a day of problems, a trip to the obstetrician or a marriage counselor, a secret day with a married man. Just to be twenty-five for a flash. That would hold me forever.

Philip:
On Deirdre's impending death: My mother says you may linger for a while.

Deirdre Striden:
Your mother's a fat b*tch.

Ruth Striden:
Deirdre!

Philip:
Oh, that's OK. My daddy's always calling her that.